Punch-Drunk Punk Rock Romance by Every Time I Die Lyrics
Pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons
The distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal
A metronome timed to my panic stricken breathing
And a pulse conducted by our dying lines
You said my heart sounded like a payphone in the rain
Distorted, distant, scrambled and desperate
Baby, i swear to god tonight i am sober
It's the reception between us that's failing
Everything's coming out all frenzied and confused
She's got what it takes to make collapsing a habit
And a dance out of a tantrum fit (it's tragic but i am sobering up)
Pick up the phone
Tonight i feel like the hero of a rusting war
My touch has the timing and precision of a car wreck
No use translating the trembles
They're symptoms of repetitive testing for fluctuation
If i come back home, i am bringing back the bends
So give me a kiss. let me taste the reptilian appeal
Say it again baby. does it turn you on? does it get you hot?
I get a little hysterical sometimes
The panic you shouldn't have been so sentimental
All that kicking and screaming
Everything i touch starts peeling
We malfunction like machines
Get up off the floor and answer the phone
I want to be a big star
Didn't want to touch so hard
Open the door
I am your deviant satellite, an orbit defected by the ballast of words
You're the reason for collisions
I am face down like a sailor washed up under your window
Tonight is a shipwreck
Navigating through disorder
Now every electric star hums like a telecaster
How punk rock is that?
You're so oblivious
Baby, you're my oblivion
The distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal
A metronome timed to my panic stricken breathing
And a pulse conducted by our dying lines
You said my heart sounded like a payphone in the rain
Distorted, distant, scrambled and desperate
Baby, i swear to god tonight i am sober
It's the reception between us that's failing
Everything's coming out all frenzied and confused
She's got what it takes to make collapsing a habit
And a dance out of a tantrum fit (it's tragic but i am sobering up)
Pick up the phone
Tonight i feel like the hero of a rusting war
My touch has the timing and precision of a car wreck
No use translating the trembles
They're symptoms of repetitive testing for fluctuation
If i come back home, i am bringing back the bends
So give me a kiss. let me taste the reptilian appeal
Say it again baby. does it turn you on? does it get you hot?
I get a little hysterical sometimes
The panic you shouldn't have been so sentimental
All that kicking and screaming
Everything i touch starts peeling
We malfunction like machines
Get up off the floor and answer the phone
I want to be a big star
Didn't want to touch so hard
Open the door
I am your deviant satellite, an orbit defected by the ballast of words
You're the reason for collisions
I am face down like a sailor washed up under your window
Tonight is a shipwreck
Navigating through disorder
Now every electric star hums like a telecaster
How punk rock is that?
You're so oblivious
Baby, you're my oblivion